Senseless steps taken blindly in agonynGrasping for something for air for puritynWords just hanging there like a hook missing baitnI have no pigment to define this shapennThe notes of decaynLearned from the mouth of violencenI sang them everydaynTill I became a silencenI say that I am okaynCut edges and pretendnThat I have a heart that I can mendnnThe hands that used to be a part of menWere tortured by my demon's destructive needsnFrom pieces of ruin I will deploynI'll construct a pretty temple to destroy